Christopher Pearse Cranch (Кристофер Пирс Крэнч)

Sonnet 12. The Ocean Steamer

WITH streaming pennons, scorning sail and oar,
With steady tramp and swift revolving wheel,
And even pulse from throbbing heart of steel,
She plies her arrowy course from shore to shore.
In vain the siren calms her steps allure;
In vain the billows thunder on her keel;
Her giant form may toss and rock and reel
And shiver in the wintry tempest's roar;
The calms and storms alike her pride can spurn.
True to the day she keeps her appointed time.
Long leagues of ocean vanish at her stern —
She drinks the air, and tastes another clime,
Where men their former wonder fast unlearn,
Which hailed her coming as a thing sublime.

1. Sonnet 8. You were not born to hide such gifts as yours
2. A Child-Savior
3. Sonnet 23. Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony
4. Sonnet 18. The Fireside
5. Sonnet 29. Life and Death. 1.

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